*~Childhood Memories~*
Catching falling snowflakes upon your soft warm tongue
The flutter that you feel inside with love so fresh and young
Floating painted stick boats down the irrigation ditch
Comming down with chicken pox, itchy itchy itch
Put cards inside your bike spokes and then go really fast
The clicking sound of grasshoppers as they go flying past
Make a pretty dandilion, into a wedding ring
Catch a baby bumblebee, but do not let it sting
Build a make shift go-cart, and ride it down the hill
Listening to the sweet song of the whipperwill
Hunting slimy night crawlers underneath the moon
Going to the swimming hole every afternoon
Blowing delicate dandilions, floating on the breeze
pictures placed upon the heart don't get much better than these
Eating homemade popsicles on a hot mid summer day
Swinging from a rope swing into a pile of hay
Twirling round in circles until you have to drop
How many licks to the center of a tootsiepop?
Having friends sleep over in the middle of the week
Neighborhood games of kick the can and night time hide and seek
Selling fresh squeezed lemonaide in a stand out by the road
Chasing all the neighbor girls with a huge green ugly toad
Squishing mud up through your toes, an impish childhood grin
Raking leaves up in a pile, then run and dive right in
Catch a tiny ladybug and watch it fly away
Kneel down beside your bed at night and bow your head to pray
That first date, and that first dance, and even that first kiss
Those memories, those ties that bind, are made of things like this.
Catching falling snowflakes upon your soft warm tongue
The flutter that you feel inside with love so fresh and young
Floating painted stick boats down the irrigation ditch
Comming down with chicken pox, itchy itchy itch
Put cards inside your bike spokes and then go really fast
The clicking sound of grasshoppers as they go flying past
Make a pretty dandilion, into a wedding ring
Catch a baby bumblebee, but do not let it sting
Build a make shift go-cart, and ride it down the hill
Listening to the sweet song of the whipperwill
Hunting slimy night crawlers underneath the moon
Going to the swimming hole every afternoon
Blowing delicate dandilions, floating on the breeze
pictures placed upon the heart don't get much better than these
Eating homemade popsicles on a hot mid summer day
Swinging from a rope swing into a pile of hay
Twirling round in circles until you have to drop
How many licks to the center of a tootsiepop?
Having friends sleep over in the middle of the week
Neighborhood games of kick the can and night time hide and seek
Selling fresh squeezed lemonaide in a stand out by the road
Chasing all the neighbor girls with a huge green ugly toad
Squishing mud up through your toes, an impish childhood grin
Raking leaves up in a pile, then run and dive right in
Catch a tiny ladybug and watch it fly away
Kneel down beside your bed at night and bow your head to pray
That first date, and that first dance, and even that first kiss
Those memories, those ties that bind, are made of things like this.
